Papercuts: Future Primitive.

Last night I lost a family member.

(I took this photo 3 weeks ago.)

Thank you for 15 1/2 years of nothing but friendship and love, Boo. As a dog, you'd never understand the joy you brought to our lives, and that is something we will carry in our hearts forever.

Caught in an underlie.

Disclaimer: Let it be known that I don't post this to pass any judgment. Well, that's entirely false. But, what I mean by that is, that I mean no harm to the parties involved.

Fact: I've never watched one single episode of Glee.

This is a badge I wear with honor. It's true; I was/am a theatre geek myself (seeing as I acquired one of my undergrad degrees in said subject), even musical theatre, as much as it pains me to admit. However, I feel like a good bit of theatre is more or less identifiable as "fluff" and I really have no interest in anything that exists solely for the purpose of my mindless entertainment. (I appreciate the reality that most people don't feel this way.) There have been times where I have been moved in inexplicable ways by certain theatrical "acts" so to speak, even musical ones - depending on which ones we're referring to - therefore, I know firsthand that something seemingly vapid can have layers of depth hidden between it's foundational cracks. Yet, I find myself consistently resistant to the pop-cultural trend that is Glee, and therein lies the true answer to my resistance. I'm much more apt to remove myself from anything (or anyone) that appeals to the masses, for (lack of a better quality) a self-admittedly sense of superiority in taste. This is not to say that reaction is always well deserved - in fact, I'm fully aware that it's probably to my own disadvantage - and very well may be the case in my case of Pundit VS. Glee.

As luck would have it, one of the facets of my job landed me face to face with an interview that one of my co-workers did with a Glee cast member at last night's Golden Globes.

I felt like everything about this particular interview embodied my ongoing distaste with this show that I, as I stated before, have never seen one episode of.

I will not name the actor, not only out of respect for partial-anonymity, but also because I don't have the slightest freaking clue who this kid is, anyway. All I know about him is that someone coached him on how to answer in sound-bytes, instead of speaking in complete thoughts, and that he was too much of a piece of shit to take off his pink-rimmed hipster sunglasses while answering questions about his Award winning show.

Actor: “Well I think there’s a lot of basic um, ideas that Glee really celebrates and that is sort of all-inclusiveness and acceptance, and then you throw on the garnish of songs, and music and dance which transcends language and ideology and I um think it’s a worldwide success because people really respond with this very carnal celebration of life and basic values, so uh, I think it’s really great that people have responded well to it because that tells me that the world’s in a really cool place."

Listening to it was probably worse than reading it, or at least that's what my initial reaction of horror makes it seem like, before I - to my own surprise- settled in to listen more closely. I liken it to like walking into a dirty bathroom stall where the walls are covered in crap stains smeared on top of Nietzsche quotes. His response was not well-delivered and his point was not well made, but if you swim through the sea of structural sludge, you can clearly uncover the meaning of what he is saying. It's a good reminder to myself that just because something comes in a personally objectionable package, that perhaps it doesn't deserve to be dismissed.

Perhaps I'll watch an episode of Glee. Or perhaps I'll at least consider it.

RIP Trish Keenan.

Filed in my cabinet...

Under "shit to see." It's actually quite a crowded little place but everyone knows these guys don't take up much room.

By far my most anticipated film of the upcoming year.

Sorry suitors, but this heart belongs to Terrence Malick.

Sometimes stepping back is the only way to move forward.